My name before I came to Christ was mistake and unwanted. 

Most of my life has been marked with abandonment, mistreatment, and disowning, first from my parents and then from many others who were supposed to love me. Most of my life I have felt there was something wrong with me, that I did not fit in.

From the time I was a baby I was abandoned, pawned off on others. Once my parent went looking for a new place to live and left me with a baby sister for nearly 6 months.  Events such as this have followed me through out my young life and I learned early my name was mistake and unwanted. Hurt and pain followed me and fear was my constant companion.

When I was 14 I came to live with people who introduced me to the name of Jesus. The told me about going to hell, and I did not want that. So alone in a room I bowed my head and asked Jesus to save me. Nothing special happened, time passed and I forgot about the whole event.

When I was in my late 30’s a minister came to our home looking for my husband–intending to instruct him about salvation. My husband was not home. The minister and I talked. In our conversation he asked me if I ever read the bible. I said no. After a few more questions, he learned I was saved. From that moment, my journey with God began again.

My journey has not been an easy on. Today I have learned my name is no longer mistake or unwanted. Today I learned that my name is WONDERFULLY MADE. The Lord says he knew me in the inner secret places where he created me. He made me with His purpose in mind. He used my mother as a place to form me and whether she wanted me that was not important to the Lord. God knew He wanted me.

Today I am learning what it means to be WONDERFULY MADE. I praise God for His mercy.

Before I close my story I would like to share to dream the Lord gave over 40 years ago. This dream is a real today as it was then. When I dreamed this dream I did not know what it meant, but it made me feel so loved, I would like to share with you.

I must have been 13 years old. My dream was about being in a group of girls, none of which liked me. They where making fun of me and left me all alone. I was so frightened I started to cry. All of a sudden a large hand came down around me and gently scooped me up. At first I was frightened. The giant attached to the hand seemed so friendly, but He never said a thing. He gently lifted me into a castle with many rooms.

He set me down gracefully. There in the middle of the floor was a big fire and food to eat and place to sleep. I heard the gentle giant say, “Don’t be afraid I will protect you, this is your new home.”

I felt the safest I had ever felt. I felt the warm love of someone who thought me to be important. I was then awakened by my father. It was time to get up for school. I was very upset and wanted to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. Many years later when I came to Christ, the words of Christ came to me. “I go away and make a place for you, a place that has many rooms.” I knew then that my dream was God showing me that He loves me. God said, “I will care for you, fear not, you are WONDERFULLY MADE. You are my daughter.”

 Blessings.

-O Ronning

I cannot begin to scratch the surface of what God has done in my life. The profound way Jesus has taken me from a woman with the label as failure to a Beloved of Jesus!!! I grew up in an abusive home and was a cutter. Depression and hopeless was my life. I was saved but never truly discovered God’s love for me.

I took the lie that I was a failure and damaged goods into my marriage and 7 years into it I filed for divorce while in the midst of a wicked affair. God worked nothing less then a miracle in my marriage and in my life. It was at that point that I began to discover who I was in Jesus. About a year ago the Holy Spirit told me to stop everything, and write my journey. The journey was my discovery Jesus’s passionate and profound love for me, that I was His beloved! 

I began to blog this journey and a year later women from all over write me to ask how they can also discover His love! It ALL happened when I discovered Jesus’s name for me!

I think it is absolutely AWESOME that someone has discovered the power in discovering who you are in Christ!

Thank YOU!

It was Thanksgiving Day, around 5:30 pm, we had all just finished dinner and had gathered close for a time of sharing, prayer and worship. I remember there were at least 15 of us, and we were studying 1st John, chapter 4. It was such a powerfully sweet, emotional time as we read aloud.

Anne read, “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love”. Tears were streaming down some of our faces and we were all beginning to perspire. It was so hot, especially with 15 of us packed in that 8 by 10 foot cell.

I spent Thanksgiving Day 2006, as well as 56 days before and 26 days after, in the Roanoke City Jail. While jail was as bad, and even worse, than “they” say it is, I experienced first-hand that our sovereign, omnipresent God is there. He does meet with those who seek Him, whether in a church pew, a palace, a gutter, or a jail cell.  I learned during those 83 days that nothing keeps God out when he is truly, humbly sought…not walls or bars, or even hatred and evil can keep the living God from responding to those willing to surrender to Him.

If you met me on Thanksgiving Day 2003, you may have described me as an energetic, talented, blessed mother of three beautiful daughters and wife of an adoring, Godly husband. The truth was, I was a fearful, drowning alcoholic, trying desperately to keep the ‘real me’ hidden.

As alcohol slowly took the place of God in my life, I began spiraling out of control. Ultimately, I received three DUIs within 18 months. The “house of cards” finally collapsed, and I entered treatment at a residential facility on April 17, 2006. And while I have remained humbly, gratefully sober ever since, I had debts to pay and consequences to bear.

As we prepared for my September 2006 sentencing trial (for my 3rd DUI), I unquestionably plead guilty, but greatly feared incarceration. I faced the judge with truth, humility, evidence of change and four significant character witnesses. While I knew there would be jail time due to the state’s minimum sentencing requirements, my sincere prayer and greatest desire was that the judge would grant me permission to serve my time on weekends. He did not.

That wise, fair and discerning judge told me that while he was satisfied with my progress, I deserved no more favors and I needed to go away for a time to grasp the severity of my actions. I was mortified and felt somewhat abandoned by God at the time, but God actually was working through that judge on my behalf.

My disappointment and fear were palpable and I remember thinking to myself, “Ok, I can do this…I will simply endure it…I’ll do my time anonymously and keep completely to myself…” God had other plans.

After spending my first 24 hours in the “Hole,” I was placed in an already overcrowded section, the third person in a cell built for two. As I lay on the floor, quietly weeping, praying and trying to be invisible, a woman named Amanda asked me if I wanted a candy bar and to read her “Daily Bread” devotional. I managed to thank her and borrowed her devotional as well as a Bible she had borrowed from the jail library.

The Lord took me to Romans 5, 3 – 5. I have it marked in my bible today with the date 9-30-06. It reads: “…but we also rejoice in our sufferings because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.”

I thought, “I’m not just supposed to survive this…I’m to rejoice in this! Not only did I bring this misery on myself, but if I rise to this in His power and even rejoice, He’s promising me perseverance, character and hope…hope that does not disappoint.”

He reminded me that because I am saved by His grace, I have brought Him and His Holy Spirit into that jail with me. I became aware of the enormous responsibility I had to “be Jesus” in that environment…not to just “survive”, but to be open and alert to what He had planned for me there.

Amanda eventually invited me to a small devotion time three of the women were holding in one of the cells almost every evening.  (The jail offered organized bible studies, but they were extremely hard to get permission to attend and they were infrequent as well.) Our small group soon grew to 5 or 6. When the woman leading the devotional time was transferred to another prison, the remaining women asked me if I would take over leadership. I agreed, and even though I didn’t know what I was doing, God did. He spoke to us though His word and through the heartfelt prayers of those broken women every single evening.

It was interesting and amazing to watch God work as more women responded to our invitation to attend, even as the others jeered and made fun of all of us. Regardless of how many wanted to be there, we had to limit our gathering to a single cell (built for two) to keep any “organized religious gathering” out of the common area.

So, when 15 sweaty, damaged, precious women sat on top of each other in my cell on Thanksgiving evening, 2006, it was indeed a blessed day! God was there. He was at work. There were those who met Him for the first time, those who surrendered to Him, those who came back to Him and those who just listened. I know the whereabouts of only a handful of those women, but God knows not only where each of them are, but he’s numbered the hairs on their heads.
As for me, I greatly regret the pain and damage I caused while active in my sin, but I am overwhelmingly grateful that once I surrendered, and once I CONTINUE to surrender, my God is a God of mercy, forgiveness, healing and restoration.